Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.